Of Faith and Fury: Part 2
The Challenge of Love?
Remember me in my naivety?
Remember me as a novite?
No dexterity, no charisma, no wisdom, and barely any intelligence.
I was a stone, taught only to be strong and enduring.
But what is love unexpressed?
You, with all my heart, I would have loved, but if only I knew how
When you were here.
Your soft green eyes were like kisses to my tortured soul.
I could barely look at you, for how overwhelmed I was by them
They pierced through this dark iron shell and gave me the will to be human.
Only to find out truest to form that I was a baby.
I would cry and fuss in the pain of my newness, so misunderstood.
Trust me, even now in my age, the rivers
Borne from stone and iron outlets long besieged by masculine terror
Find neither succor no damming against this damnation
The loss of you.
In my dreams, I would hold you in my arms
In my fantasies, I would stroke your hair
In my dizziest daydreams, we walked side by side, hand in hand
In fields of lavender and lilac
Among the common dandies, I was a true lion
And worry not, we surely knew how to weed them out
And among these flowers, only we found the tulips
Pressed together
For you to be so near yet so far is a recurring reminder
Of my chronic condition
A secret searing pain stabbing at my soul
From hence to forth
What am I? And why do I exist?
A question I asked myself with abject futility for what felt like ages to come.
To so many, aged, withered, wizened, and wise
From their outsets, you were just a fleeting glimpse, asymptote
A symptom of my delusions and the cause of my confusion
Why did I, when looking upon you, treat you with such coldness
When for you my heart burned intensely.
Each day I spent away from you was a day where not even the brightest sunlight
Could part the clouds within.
Nor did the clouds without provide me sea or see or stay or shelter from suffering.
I needed you.
And now
You're gone
About the Creator
Sabien Ruffin
Passion comes in so many flavors. I want a different world. We talk about what we want, we sometimes talk about how we would achieve it, but how often do we get there?
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